The Pills Won' t Help You Now Instrumental

Song The Pills Won’t Help You Now (Instrumental)
Artist The Chemical Brothers
Album The Sunday Times

Lyrics

you ever been hated
or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes.
Look at the times. Sick is the mind
of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind
all this commotion. Emotions run deep
as ocean's explodin.'
Tempers flaring from parents,
just blow 'em off and keep goin.'
Not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.
Keep kickin' ass in the mornin,'
an' takin' names in the evening.
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth.
See, they can trigger me
but they never figure me out.
Look at me now,
I bet ya probably sick of me now.
Ain't you mama,
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.
I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet.
I got some skeletons in my closet
and I don't know if no one knows it.
So before they thrown
me inside my coffin and close it,
I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to
73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months.
My faggot father must have
had his panties up in a bunch,
cuz he split.
I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye.
No, I don't on second thought,
I just fuckin' wished he would die.
I look at Hailie
and I couldn't picture leavin' her side.
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake.
I maybe made some mistakes
but I'm only human.
But I'm man enough to face them today.
/What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
but the smartest shit
I did was take them bullets out of that gun.
Cuz id'a killed 'em,
shit I would have shot Kim an' him both.
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,'
But put yourself in my position.
ust try to envision witnessin' your
Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
bitchin' that someone's always g
oin' thro